My Willow Tree


Seek solace in the trees, when you often feel blue.

They’ve grown their entirety of days just for you,

you were never truly alone.

You’ve been here the whole time.

Embrace the amber glow which hangs under the wisest dwindling Willow.

Accept that what which once was, could never dare to be what is now.

Different sides of the same leaf; Colors Polarized

As quickly as the young bark unleashed its branches, embracing the summer,

in a blink of thine eye, the last leaf of that Perfect Sprout of Soul

had fallen to my feet.

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